Lost Bay Boys

The Lost Bay Boys by Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

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1. After Dinner

Jax is almost shaking with anger as he storms out of the cottage, on his way back to the boathouse. If Robbie couldn't see what amazing sex they had today, how totally into each other they were, what an amazing relationship they could have, then fuck him. Because Jax sure as hell could: they were awesome together -- not just totally simpatico, but the best sex partner either could ever hope for. But, of course, that hypocrite Robbie DID know how incredible sex was with Jax, so he'd spent all day today, during their scorching hot rounds of boy-sex, trying to get Jax agree to be lovers on the down-low. The fucker wanted to make sure he'd have steady access to Jax's cock and ass when they were alone together, but otherwise front to everyone that he was a total ladies man. Well, no matter how into the dude he was, Jax sure as hell wasn't going to be his bro's side-piece, some pathetic, cock-crazed, jock horndog who'd come running whenever Robbie wanted to get his bi freak on. No fucking way.

Suddenly he hears the cottage door open and Robbie call out.

"JAX! DUDE! WAIT UP!"

Fuck you, dude, Jax thinks to himself, and keeps on walking.

Soon, though, Robbie has caught up to him. Both boys are still naked from the sex-play with the girls. It almost throws Jax off -- how can he maintain a level of intense anger with this gorgeous, sexy, beautifully muscled boy standing naked and desirable in front of him? But then his anger re-ignites, disgusted that Robbie is perfectly willing to throw away the perfect world the two of them could share together, as boyfriends, all because Robbie insists on thinking of himself as 'straight' -- which Jax knows is utter bullshit: his bro is so into dick, it's laughable.

Furious that his dream of having his hot bro as his hot boyfried has so quickly proved a nightmare -- especially after such an amazing day exploring their lust for each other -- Jax opens his mouth, about to lay into his soon-to-be-ex-bro, but Robbie keeps pleading.

"Jax, PLEASE, bro! Look, I can see you're pissed, but will you just listen to me for a minute? You don't -- ."

Jax just cuts him off.

"Fuck you, Robbie! Just FUCK! YOU! I thought you were like me, bro -- hot, closeted, gay high school jock, ready to come out to his best bro, the dude he's got this total crush on and wants to be super-sexy boyfriends with. But all day long -- when we've been having the BEST FUCKING SEX OF OUR LIVES, and you fucking KNOW it, asshole! -- you've been all pussy' this, and ladies' that and `my side-piece DL bro.' Well FUCK that shit! Stay in the fucking closet, coward. You can fucking rot there for all I care."

He swats away the hand that Robbie has on his arm, trying to keep Jax from stalking off.

"Seriously, bro, enjoy the ladies, if that's what you really think you want. But I know better. I saw the real you today, dawg. I saw the boy-lust just smoldering in you. You can try fooling yourself, but you can't fool another gay dude. You're gay as fuck, dude, and you can live a lie as long as you want, but you're gonna be miserable as hell. That's cool, though, but I guess I want you gone, bro. Vacation's over; you can leave with the ladies tomorrow. `Cause I sure as fuck don't want the gorgeous fucking dude I'm lusting after, hanging around, reminding me how much I want him, and how I can't have him."

Jax can feels the tears start burning in his eyes. This is SOOOOO fucked up, he thinks. He turns to stalk off to the boathouse and bed. What a super-shitty day. What a super-shitty life.

"Jax, I wish you'd -- ."

He turns around again and faces Robbie, face contorted with pain and anger. He realizes he's shouting, but he can't control himself.

"NO, dude! Just FUCK it! Go back to that smoking hot pussy in there. Plow those cunts all night and pretend you don't wish it was my hot ass you were fucking! Then you can lie awake all night and jack off to this hot fucking body of mine you WISH you could get with. Seriously, get the fuck away from me, dude. I'll pack your shit up and bring it down from the boathouse. Just get lost."

He turns back towards the boathouse stairs, but he still keeps venting uncontrollably.

"What a fucking farce! What a fucking waste! How fucking AMAZING we could have been!"

He can't disguise the sobbing in his voice.

"Can't TELL you how fucking much I was looking forward to two weeks alone with you. What a fucking IDIOT I was."

Robbie goes after him, yelling.

"JAX! DUDE! WILL YOU FUCKING LISTEN -- ."

He puts his hand on Jax's shoulder to get him to stop and turn around and hear him out, but Jax shakes it off.

"Don't, Robbie! Just DON'T!! Clean break, dude. That's what I want. Get the fuck away from me. Seriously, you fucking disgust me!"

Robbie starts laughing.

"Dude, if you'll just -- ."

Jax really erupts now at the sound of his former bro laughing at him, trivializing his pain.

"You're LAUGHING? You think it's funny to come within an inch of paradise with the boy of your dreams and have it snatched away? It's some hilarious joke for you, seeing a dude in love have his heart crushed?? Seriously, Robbie, fuck ALL the way off, asshole!"

Robbie keeps following Jax up the boathouse stairs, into Jax's bedroom.

Jax is furious. He turns around and faces him, snorting mad.

"Bro, I don't want to get physical with you, but I'm serious -- just STEP THE HELL OFF! I'm bigger than you, dude, and this could get really ugly really fast. So, get the hell out of my room. NOW! I don't want you here, Robbie. I couldn't take it. Go sleep with the girls tonight, I -- ."

Jax stops shouting because he sees Robbie is just ignoring him, shaking his head, giving out quiet snorts of hollow laughter, as he calmly walks over to the dresser and picks up his phone. His fingers dance over the screen as he strides back to Jax. He stands in front of his bud and holds the phone out, right in front of his Jax's face: there's a video of Cat playing, talking into her phone.

"Hi Jax, honey! We're still in the car! Almost there! We can't wait to see you! We've had the most AMAZING drive up. Robbie's just spent the last half hour FINALLY admitting to Janey and I what we've really known all along: you're BFF bro is a hundred percent gay hottie! Did you know? He's just been confessing all about how into boys he's been for, like, forever, it seems like. Plus, he's told us all about what a MAJOR MAJOR crush he has on you, Jax sweetie! Big surprise there, huh? NOT! And Janey and I told him it was super-perfect because we're kind of a hundred percent positive you're gay, too! Robbie says NO WAY! But girls know, right? But Robbie's so hot to be with you, to turn you gay,' he says, which made Janey and I SNORT with laughter! Anyway, Jax honey, his plan is: while you two hotties are alone together up at your cottage, he's gonna make his move! [Robbie's voice can be heard shouting Cat, I said MAYBE!' in the background.] OK, MAYBE he's gonna make his move. He might chicken out, `cause he's afraid you're gonna freak if you find out he's gay and soooooo hot for your cock and everything! OK, so I'm gonna give his phone back to him now, so he can practice what we are DYING for him to say to you at some point in the next two weeks when you two dudes are horny as fuck for each other. Here, lover -- the phone's all yours. Tell your bro how you really feel about him!"

A blur on the screen, as the phone is passed back, and then it's Robbie's gorgeous face looking into the phone. Jesus, that chinstache is sooooo fucking sexy, Jax can't help but think.

"Hey, bro. 'S up? Well, how the hell do you follow that, right? So, dude -- you heard Cat. I mean, I seriously hope this doesn't weird you out or anything, but, like, Jax . . . bro . . . I'm, like, gay as fuck, OK? I'm, like, so into dudes, bro, it's painful. All I think about is fucking and sucking boys. Especially you, bro. Like, TOTALLY especially you. You are so fucking hot, Jax, it's unreal. It's been hard as fucking hell being your bro the past few months -- no pun intended -- `cause I'm, like, always so fucking boned up thinking about sex with you. Do you know how many fucking nights I lay in bed and stroke and edge myself, picturing that hot fucking body of yours? I mean, I've been here in the back seat, for the past ten minutes, just stroking off, thinking about being around that hot fucking body of yours for the next two weeks, seeing all that gorgeous muscle in a sexy swim suit, or maybe showering together after we lift and shit, watching you soap up that big fucking dick. DAMN, dude! It's like, check it out, bro -- ."

The phone now moves down to focus on Robbie's luscious cock, totally hard, the waistband of his black mesh basketball shorts pushed under his nutsac, his big hand stroking that long, thick, mouth-watering length of jock-meat. His fist plays up and down the entire shaft, slowly, succulently, fully skinning back the meaty foreskin, revealing his succulent, precum-glazed head, then sliding it all the way forward over the head, jiggling that big ball-sac with each stroke. Jax's mouth goes dry with hunger for his bro's cock, and he feels his own dick begin to harden as he drinks in that gorgeous sight. Fuck, Robbie would make the hottest damn porn star!

Then the phone screen is filled again with Robbie's roguishly grinning face.

"Damn, Jax, I really don't know what I can say, except you're like my dream boyfriend, dude. Not only the sexiest fucking body on earth, and the biggest fucking dick, but soooo damn good-looking -- and smart, and kind, and sweet, and funny, and deep, and athletic as fuck. I can't front any more, dude. I'm like loopy with desire for you. And, like I been telling the girls just now, I'm seriously nervous as fuck about being alone with you for two weeks. `Cause I fucking KNOW I'm gonna make a move on you, dawg -- I mean, alone with you? the two of us? I won't fucking be able to help myself! -- and I'm scared shitless that you're really as straight as you seem, such a hot damn virile stud, and that -- ."

Robbie's image disappears from the phone screen; there's another blur, then a bit more of his voice.

"Here, Cat. I can't do this shit. I'm just -- ."

And the video stops. Jax keeps staring at the phone, though, a rush of thoughts going through him, a couple of them seriously embarrased at what he's been thinking and saying for the past five minutes, but most of his thoughts are staggeringly, unbelievably wonderful. Robbie starts talking again, and Jax finally looks away from the phone screen and up at his bro.

"I'm so fucking into you, Jax. Into boys, totally, but especially into you. I should have been honest, I know, right from the git-go, when we started fooling around today, but dude -- the sex just kept being so fucking HOT, I guess I didn't want to do a fucking thing to jinx it! I thought, let it roll, right? Let's see where all this fine-ass boy-sex shit is going!"

Jax grabs him, kisses him with a passion he's never felt before, a force that seems to explode from somewhere deep within his groin. His hands wander all over Robbie's hard-muscled back and smooth, firm, beautifully round butt, deep into the crack. Robbie's hands are in perfect sync with his own, feversihly fondling his own back and ass and crack. The feel of their two hard cocks mashing together is exquisite. Finally they have to pull apart to take a breath. Robbie stands in front of him grinning.

"Yeah, dawg, when the bro-sex with us went instantly to '10,' and we were both so hooked, and talking all that how cool it is that two totally straight boys can do shit like this?' and it's gonna be so hot to have this bro-sex outlet!' I figured, well, if Jax really is straight, and just into getting his bi on with me, and we're only gonna be able to do this shit on the DL -- well, fuck, dude, I gotta say, it worked for me."

Then Robbie gives Jax a sweetly shaming glance of mock-disapproval.

"See, dude -- that's the difference between you and me. You were all sad and pouty and I don't want you if I'm just gonna be your backstreet boy, Robbie you fucker!' But Jax, dude, I'd settle for being your backstreet boy in a fucking heartbeat. I'd want you any fucking way I could have you. Cause I know -- after a week or so of sex with little Robbie on the DL? -- I'd have that big-ass dick of yours wrapped around my little finger!"

Jax looks down and shakes his head. Then looks up at that gorgeous, smiling face.

"Sorry, bro. I'm a total idiot. A fucking clueless moron."

Robbie hugs him close again, pulling his hips and cock tight against his, letting his hands circle the hard muscle of his boyfriend's glutes.

"Don't be sorry, dude! We were both just crazy-excited. Aw fuck, Jax! I can't believe it!! Isn't it amazing?? We finally have a boyfriend! And it's the dude we've been crushing on for the past year! I'm so fucking into you, dude. This is gonna be so hot, being boyfriends. Being gay and out and together and able to flirt like crazy with other hot boys."

"Plenty of boys get my dick hard, bro, but none as hard as you do."

Then Jax just looks down, still smarting with embarrassment, and then shyly back up at his lover.

"I can't get over how fucking silly we were today. All that `we're taking this as gay as two straight boys can take it' crap. Jesus Fuck!"

Robbie laughs.

"Dude, it's cool. We were both so damn nervous. We both wanted it soooo damn bad, but we were, like, too afraid to believe it could possibly be true."

Then he beams at Jax, letting his hands play over his bro's smoking hot body.

"But we got it, dude! We each got our dream boyfriend! We each finally came the fuck out! We got our life now, bro! As hot, horny gay dudes! It's gonna be AWESOME, Jackson! I'm gonna tell my mom as soon as I get home. I ain't fronting any more. Total pride, from here on out!"

"I know, dawg. Yeah, I'm gonna tell my mom, too. Damn, I feel like this thousand pound weight I been carying around for years is suddenly, magically gone. Like I'm finally free, and the feeling's incredible. I can, like, breathe!"

"Yeah -- it's like that nervous knot that was always there in the pit of my stomach has just vanished."

After another lingering kiss, while stroking each other's hardnesses and feeling their boy-lust build, Jax drops down on his knees in front of Robbie's jutting, rock-hard beauty, the tip still shrunk-wrapped by that tempting length of foreskin. He plays with it teasingly for a moment, pulling it down and letting it sprong back against Robbie's ripped washboard, then tracing that sexy, sweeping curve in the shaft with his tongue.

"Damn, you've got such a great cock, bro."

He eagerly takes his lover's length between his lips, immediatey moaning at the sublime feeling of his mouth around that huge, luscious hardness. He slathers his tongue on it as he begins to bob his head.

Suddenly, the French door to the deck opens; the boys turn, to see the girls, nude, big beach towels wrapped around their small, shapely bodies. Cat is carrying a couple of bottles of wine. Janey's eyes dance with delight at the scene of Jax ready to service Robbie's big dick.

"Ooooh, Cat. Looks like we interrupted something."

Cat giggles.

"Sorry, boys! We heard all the yelling, and we just wondered if you boys were still cool?"

Jax smiles, nods his head, and slowly rises.

"Yep, we're good. I mean, it's gotta be cool if you're just about to take your bro's dick in your mouth, right? We just had a little miscommunication for a minute there. But we're like, fucking excellent, right bro?"

Robbie grabs his boyfriend, and they kiss, then Robbie grins first at Jax, then the girls.

"Oh yeah, all good. Never better, in fact!"

Cat throws off her towel. Her body looks amazing, Jax has to admit -- like a perfect cross between a boy and a young girl -- or maybe more like 65% boy, 35% girl. She holds up her bottle of wine.

"We thought a night-cap together? Plus, maybe, if you're into it, a little fooling around? Unless you're too tired?"

Janey lets her towel drop, too, and of course she looks incredible naked, as well -- body so much trimmer and leaner after all her working out the past couple of months.

"Or unless you two hotties just want to be alone? I mean, that's cool and all, but you two hotties are going to have each other all to yourselves for the next two weeks, but we're leaving bright and early tomorrow, and we'd loooove just a teeny bit more time with our gorgeous, ripped, gay ex-boyfriends, and those big, beautiful cocks you dudes are packing!"

By now Janey's hands are all over her former boyfriend: one hand softly circles the nipples on his beautifully defined chest, while the delicate fingers of her other hand trace little designs up and down over his hard, massive dick.

"Pleeeeasssee!! For old times' sake?"

Robbie shoots Jax a glance that says it's cool with him. Jax winks back at his bro, then tells the girls to open the wine as he runs to the galley downstairs to get them some glasses.

Robbie puts some soft, hypnotic bossa nova music on Jax's laptop, hooked up through the flatscreen's speakers. Jax returns with glasses, and, when they each have some wine, the girls toast the new couple. Robbie and Jax kiss, then Robbie loads a bowl to the brim with his kick-ass weed, sparks it, and passes it to Jax and the girls. While the other three are taking rips off the pipe, Robbie puts a hot gay porn clip on the flatscreen, sound muted, sexy Brazilian mood-music still playing softly. More wine and pot and music and porn, and the four naked teens get mellow and high and horny as their intertwined bodies stroke and kiss and tease and fondle each other while they watch two gorgeous muscle studs sixty-nining on the flatscreen.

Janey, who'd been kissing Robbie and jacking his big dick while fingering Jax's boy-hole, untangles herself, stands up and chides the two gay hotties.

"You boys didn't even notice what we were wearing!"

Robbie laughs.

"Your birthday suits?"

"WRONG! Come on, Cat, let's show them!"

Cat, who'd been enjoying Robbie's fingers in her cunt while she was kissing Jax and stroking his cock, joins her girlfriend. The girls turn their backs to the boys, showing off their small, firm asses; then they both bend over, each girl's ass revealing itself stuffed with what Jax thinks are the cutest little butt-plugs he's ever seen, they almost look jeweled.

Janey explains, high and drunk and horny as fuck from the pot and the wine and the porn and those two hard cocks she and Cat had been playing with.

"Cat and Cassie have got me sooooo into anal this summer, Jax! I'm sorry I never wanted to do it with you, boyfriend; it always just seemed so gross and painful. But my girls showed me how to get myself ready, and then I found how how AMAZNG it is! Now I just loooove being fucked in the ass! So far, us girls only corn-hole each other -- with dildos and strap-ons -- Ibut 'm soooo hungry to feel an actual, live, big, thick, hard, awesome boy-cock up there! I can't fucking wait!"

Cat jumps up and down, clapping her hands in excitement.

"Me too! Me too! Pleeeeeasssse!!"

Jax and Robbie just shrug, sheepishly -- both boys are seriously stoned and horny as fuck from the pot. Jax feels like he'd be willing to stick his dick in anything right now, even a girl's cunt, he's that hot blow a load, so boning one of these hot girl's holes sounds just fine. After all, how different can it feel from boy-pussy? Cat and Janey even look like sexy boys.

The girls pull the boys up off the sofa, then kneel down in front of them, to start sucking their cocks, getting them moist and ready to pleasure their tight, eager little rosebuds. Janey works over Robbie's length, licking the shaft, then bobbing her head up and down on as much as she can fit in her mouth, about a third of it, while playing with his low-hanging sac. She pulls off the dick she's servicing for a minute, still stroking and fondling it, as she looks over at her ex-boyfriend, whose huge hardness is being worshipped by Cat.

"Jax, love -- does it make you hard watching me suck your boyfriend's big cock?"

Jax's actually been staring at his bro and Janey, his mouth watering, the whole time. The sight of Robbie's gorgeous cock getting sucked, watching that thickk, curving hardness get all wet and sleek and gleaming, has been too hot to take his eyes off.

"Hell yeah! LOVE seeing my bro's dick all big and hard and luscious, fucking that pretty mouth of yours, Janey! And hey, does it make you wet, watching your sexy girlfriend chow down on this big-ass dick os mine?"

"You have no fucking idea, Jax! I'm like DRIPPING! This is so damn hot, you guys! We should have been doing shit like this months ago!"

She tongues Robbie's straining cock seductively, then looks up at the gorgeous dude.

"Robbie, I can't wait to feel this big, hard, BEAUTIFUL cock fucking my ass."

"I can't wait, either, darlin'! Let's get `r done! Stretch out on the floor, Janey, and keep working on my dick while I get your hungry little hole ready for plowing."

Janey's eyes grow wide, and she lithely, sensuously stretches herself down, in front of the flatscreen playing seriously hot gay porn, and crooks her finger at Robbie, who wastes no time getting busy on her butt-hole.

Cat and Jax join them in a hot, bi, 69 session. But instead of continuing oral on Jax's cock, which is already steel-hard and spit-glazed, the sexy little pixie moistens her small, thin fingers and begins finger-banging Jax as he tongues her clit and fingers her impossibly tight pucker. His cock begins to pulsate wonderfully from Cat's intense, expert ass-play in his boy-hole. Robbie's right, Jax thinks dreamily -- she's amazing at this.

His huge, thick, jock cock begins to throb and strain as she keeps up her maddeningly sesuous finger-fuck, while Jax slowly works open her hole. When they both can't stand waiting any longer, she gives him a quick kiss, straddles his hips, and lowers herself on his huge, glistening shaft. As she wriggles her ass, frowning in determination, trying to work his big thickness into her, Jax thinks at first it's not going to work; she's just too tiny.

"Girl, is this big-ass dick of mine even gonna fit in you? You're so fucking small and I'm so damn thick!"

She looks down at him with a sweet, druggy smile.

"Don't worry, Jax, honey! You'd be surprised the size of the dildos I've had in there already! No disrespect, but Cassie has this ten-inch monster that's WAAAYYY bigger and thicker than yours! Feels sooooo good when she works my ass with it!"

With her smooth, petite body, and barely-breasted chest, it looks like he's fucking a hot, gorgeous, thirteen year-old boy, which gets him ridiculously hard.

Finally both girls begin to successfully ride the boys' big dicks. They start to moan and ooh and ahh while they work they slender hips hungrily, pleasuring their girl-puckers on actual boy-cock for the first time. Jax can see both Cat's and Janey's eyes roll back in their heads as they sensuously wriggle and grind on Robbie and him. Both girls finger themselves feverishly, panting and moaning as they abandon themselves to the delights of anal. Cat is the first to cum, with a sharp, soft, high-pitched cry, holding her body still, savoring Jax's thickness in her, while he feels her pussy juice ooze out onto his lower abs. Then she smiles down and begins riding Jax's hardness again; this time he finger-fucks her clit, while she smiles down at him in thanks, a dreamy look on her face.

He looks over when he hears Janey cry out in pleasure, cumming from Robbie's fingers in her pussy and dick in her ass.

After both girls cum several times, Jax and Robbie, still hard and aching to blow their loads, finish themselves off with some truly satisfying 69, while the girls bring each other off again watching.

Robbie changes the porn clip, puts more music on, and loads another bowl while Cat opens the second bottle of wine. The teens are all flushed and glowing from the sex. This time Jax sits next to his boyfriend, and the girls cuddle together in an easy chair, as they all sip wine and pass the pot.

When a second bowl is loaded and cashed, Janey snuggles next to he ex-boyfriend, a look of eager hope on her face, mixed with shy shame, apologizing for her bad behavior as a girlfriend, while hoping desperately that they can forge a new relationship, given their evolved sexual identities.

"I wanna be such a good fuck-buddy to you now, Jax! I was a super-shitty girlfriend, I know, but I was going through some major changes, finding out who I really was. So were you, you sexy gay hottie! But if we can salvage something sweet from our past, and hook back up every now and then, I swear I'd be so sexy to you, lover! To you and Robbie, too, and your other gay bro's! I'm sooooo hot to fool around with gay boys more, I can't even tell you! Cat, too! I'm gonna learn to suck cock and rim ass and jack a big-ass dick and finger a boy-pussy better than any other girl ever! Almost as good as a boy, maybe!"

Now she starts stroking Jax's big dick seductively.

"Mmmmm, and I'm going to get, like, AMAZING at taking hard, thick, gay cock up my ass! You'll see! I promise, ex-boyfriend, it'll be so hot!"

Jax smiles indulgently at this gorgeous girl who, though he never loved her, feels nothing but fondness for, as well as a tiny bit of arousal.

"Janey, girl, even though I'm, like, gay as fuck, I been noticing all day today that there's still this part of me that gets totally turned on by a hot, sexy, boi-girl like you and Cat. I mean, like seriously hard, which is wild, I guess. But cool, right? And now that I got my sex shit all squared away, being seriously into boys and all, I think it might be fun, fooling around with you and Cat and your girls every once in a while. I mean, hell -- having a smoking hot lesbian girl working over my cock and my boy-pussy, while I play with her hot little hole, then kicking back while she grinds herself on my big fuck-stick? And watching my sexy bro, while some girl gets him hot and hard at the same time? Seriously, what's not to like?"

Janey claps her hands and squeals.

"Oooooo! Yaaaayyyy!! Yipppeeee!!"

She hugs Jax.

"I finally get boys now, Jax! And I bet you finally get girls -- well, girls like Cat and me."

"Sure -- you're into dick, just not the way straight girls are."

"And you're into a girl's tight little boy-pussy, not her girl-pussy."

"Exactly!"

"It's sooooo perfect!"

Still enjoying the after-glow of their bi-sex, Robbie rolls a joint, Cat runs back to the cottage for a third bottle of wine, and Jax lights some candles. He puts an hour-long gay porn film on the flatscreen for sexy background wallpaper, with the sound muted, then, on a lark, gets out his guitar. Robbie and the girls have never heard him play because he keeps his guitar up here at the cottage, only playing it when he's alone. He's actually gotten pretty good at it. He loves playing. He knows a lot of songs, some old ones and some new ones, and over the past couple of years he's even written a few of his own -- all of which were just simple blues laments he'd sing to himself about how horny he was for dick and ass and muscle: 'boy-lust blues' is how he's always thought of his sexy blues hollers about how hungry he was to get with hot young dudes.

Still naked, as they all are, bathed in the soft candlelight, he sits his beautifully carved bulk down, cross-legged, on the old Persian carpet covering the boathouse floor, next to his bro, and starts strumming. His friends all ooh and ahh in surprise at his talent.

He starts off with a few old songs he knows, which he's sure his friends will know, too. The tunes he likes to sing most are love songs, and when he sings these oldies, he always sings them as if he's singing them to a boy. Now, with Robbie there, he can actually serenade his real-life boyfriend, not the phantom boys he's always tried to conjure up when singing alone in his room. So he does his favorite Elton John song, "Your Song," looking right at Robbie when he sings the lines. It gives him goose-bumps to actually have his lust-crush right there to hear him pour out his heart and soul in song. "Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen. . . . My gift is my song, and this one's for you."

The girls both sigh and clap when he's done; Robbie just stares at Jax in tender awe and mouths the words, "Love you, bro!" Then it's another oldie that he thinks is perfect for Robbie, "The First Time Ever I Saw His Face." Again, swooning sighs from the girls and a look of utter love-struck sweetness from his bro. But after he finishes, Robbie asks Jax to play the chorus one more time so he can sing it. Jax reprises it, and his smart-ass boyfriend changes the words to "The first time ever I sucked your cock . . . ," cracking everybody up.

Then, figuring 'what the hell, how much more can I out myself than I already have?' Jax dares to do a couple of his favorites among all of the contemporary gay love songs he's been downloading for the past couple of years, listening to them in private, learning to play them on guitar, singing them aloud to himself in his room, alone and aching for a boy. It always excited Jax to sing them before, hearing his young gay desire voice itself to himself, loud and strong and clear and plangent. It always made him feel real, fully human, pulsating with the sexiness of boy-lust.

He looks at his friends and prefaces the first of these gay songs.

"Here's a couple of songs I've played so much the past couple of years; songs by gay singers, that really mean a lot to me. Hope you guys like 'em."

He feels excited showing this heretofore unknown side of him to his friends -- especially Robbie, of course. He loves how frank and comfortable he is now with his love for boys.

He starts with one of his favorites, Matt Fishel's 'The First Time': "The smell of warm lips touching/ Blocking out the cold and warming up the world/ That's the picture I paint in my heart of when I was your man/ And it was on that day I touched a guy for the first time/ You could feel my heart racing/ I felt alive inside."

His friends really clap now. Robbie scoots even closer to him, hugging him, kissing him, and whispering in his ear, "Beautiful, dawg! Love you so much, bro!"

Then he does Matt Alber's "Handsome Man," looking at Robbie the whole time: "Hey, handsome man, what you do last night?/ Did you have a good time? Was the music alright?/ Did you wear that jacket with the deep blue jeans?/ I bet the boys went crazy, bet you caused a scene/ Cause everybody smiles when my handsome man walks by."

Even louder, more enthusiastic applause and whoops of delight. Another hug from Robbie. It felt amazing to do those two songs; it made his thick cock throb and harden, alive with the juice of his powerful longing for boys. Janey comes over, her eyes moist and gleaming, and kneels down in front of him, her naked body still surprisingly alluring to Jax. She holds Jax's head in her hands and gives him a slow, tender kiss.

"That was soooo beautiful, Jax. I had no idea about you listening to songs like that, and learning how to play them and sing them. You must have been sooooo sad the past few years. Soooo lonely! You needed a boy soooo bad!"

Then she gently turns Jax's head towards his bro, sitting there next to him.

"But look, Jax! Look at your gorgeous, smoking hot boyfriend! Now you can sing those songs and REALLY mean them, not just hope them! I'm sooooo happy for you, my beautiful, wonderful ex-boyfriend, soooo happy for you and Robbie!"

Robbie, with a look of pure love, pure joy, pulls Jax in for a kiss.

Jax sets his guitar down for a second, then runs off to his bedroom, to his dresser, to get the metal tube from one of the cigars his father used to smoke, which he's sawed off, filed smooth, and uses as a slide when he plays blues songs. When he returns with the slide, before he sits back down, he explains the songs he's going to do next.

"I really love playing blues guitar the most. And I love to write my own blues lyrics. Maybe they're kind of stupid, but I've loved singing them to myself the past couple of years."

Then he laughs shyly.

"You'll sort of notice -- they're all about how much I wanna fuck hot dudes."

He sits cross-legged on the floor again and starts doing some slide guitar riffs, to get in the groove, strumming and doing a few lines from some of his horny-boy blues.

"Fuck me, hot boy; fuck me hard and long!/ Gotta pound my sweet jock ass, make me feel your love is strong!" And then, "I want a hot-muscle hottie, I want a boy built hard and lean/ That kind of hot dude makes my dick rise, and pretty soon I'm squirtin' cream." And, "Ain't never had a girl like you, boy,/ With an ass so warm and tight/ Said there ain't no girl like you boy,/ Just wanna fuck you day and night./ So back that ass up, back that ass up nice and close./ Get my cock all nice and hard boy;/ get this dick all hard and wet;/ gonna throw you such a fuck dude,/ that your ass won't soon forget!/ So, back that ass up, back that ass up to my lips./ Slide your body down my chest, dude,/ And get that mouth wrapped round my dick."

Robbie whoops and hoots.

"Awesome, dude! I'm like totally boned up watching you, bro! I mean, just to see such a hot-stud, alpha-jock muscle-god sitting hippie-style on the floor, bare-ass and sexy as fuck, strumming a guitar -- and THEN? To hear him start singing these soulful songs about how much he wants to fuck boys!? Your lyrics get me hard as fuck, dude! You're singing my style of blues, no doubt! You not only play good, Jackson, but your voice is fucking AMAZING -- so sweet and pure, yet with all that raw, muscular desire in it. Shit, dawg, I'd pay top dollar for a ticket to see you in concert!"

Jax just smiles bashfully, but glowing with pride inside, and starts another of his songs.

"I call this one 'Straight Boy Blues.'"

And then, after a few very tasty slide riffs, Jax began wailing his horny blues holler:

"Oh, I met a cute young straight boy,/ who said he just likes girls, no luck./ But when my finger finds his tight hole,/ that young straight boy's hot to fuck!/ Oh, it's so easy turning straight boys,/ and the trick ain't hard to tell,/ `Cause in-side every straight boy,/ there's a dude who's gay as hell!"

Robbie was roaring his approval, obviously awed with Jax's soulful talent. The girls were blissed-out on the couch, fingering each other's tits and clits, obviously high and drunk and horny, but totally into Jax's playing. Jax smiles, winks at his boy, and goes on.

"Every straight boy loves to bottom,/ Oh, you know that's how they roll!/ Said every straight boy loves to bottom,/ Man you know just how they roll!/ When a straight dude sees a big dick,/ Hear him holler, 'Breed my hole!'"

Another roar of delight from Robbie, who is fully hard now from seeing his gorgeous young muscle-stud boyfriend looking so damn hot, singing his soulful odes to boy-sex.

"Every straight boy likes to suck cock,/ with a hunger they can't hide!/ Yes, every straight boy likes to suck cock,/ got a hunger they can't hide!/ Show a straight boy six thick inches,/ watch that straight boy open wide!"

Robbie collapses on the floor.

"You are killing me, dude!"

Jax smiles and puts his guitar down. He wants one thing now, and that's his bro. He's had a great evening, but he seriously wishes the girls were gone, and his boyfriend plowing his ass. So he drops a hint.

"Hey, so you girls still gotta pack tonight, right? You might want to get started before it gets any later."

Janey smiles and gives her former boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek while she fondles his rock-hard cock.

"Come on, Cat darling. I think the boys want to be alone. We'll say goodnight and goodbye now, boys, because we need to leave around six, if we want to be home in plenty of time for Suzy's party tomorrow night."

They all make their goodbyes, with lots of tender kisses and assurances they'll still be friends. Janey, though, wants to make absolutely sure about what she asked about earlier.

"And anal fuck-buddies, too, right? You promise? Every once in a while?"

The boys laugh and say sure. They're so horny and anxious for the girls to be gone, they'd promise them anything at this point.

Finally, they're alone. They hug and kiss dreamily, fondling each other's hard muscle, then Jax pulls out of their embrace and leads Robbie out of the living area, into the bedroom.

Jax grabs a lighter off his dresser and lights the candles he keeps on either side of his bed, and then lights the two candles sitting on his dresser. He runs back to the living room for a few more lit candles, and sets them on the bedroom floor. The room looks quietly sensuous, bathed in ambient moonlight, suffused with the soft candle-glow.

By the time he's finished with the candles, Robbie's in their bed -- one arm tucked behind his head on the pillow, the other seductively stroking his long, hard cock. His naked, lean-muscled body, culminating in the huge, stiff thickness he slowly jacks, looks lovely bathed in candlelight -- like a classic nude painting, Jax thinks to himself. He looks down, seeing his own dick stiff and throbbing in anticipation.

"So sweet to see a hot, sexy boy in my bed. That's a sight I been wishing for all year, bro. You're hard as fuck -- what you been thinking about?"

"My hot jock boyfriend. And the amazing sex we're gonna have tonight."

"Fuck yeah!"

But suddenly a question occurs to Jax.

"Hey, Robbie, we're gonna be, like, totally `out,' right? I mean, we're gonna make it clear to everyone we're gay and into each other, yes?"

"HELL yes! I'm proud as fuck to let everyone know I have the hottest fucking boyfriend on the planet. And the sooner everyone knows I'm gay, the sonner I can start hitting on other hot dudes, too."

"Cool! Cause I wanna do everything a dude's supposed to do with his girlfriend, only with you. Like I know we go to movies and shit, but whenever we go to movies from now on, I wanna hold hands on the way in. Then fucking make out like crazy with you in the theatre, fucking kiss you and rub your cock through your jeans and take that big-ass dick out and jack the shit out of it, slow and sexy during the movie, especially if it's some movie starring some hot, sexy actors. And especially if there's a couple other hot boys sitting next to us in the theatre. Damn, dude, wasn't it hot as fuck when Janey and Cat mentioned who some of the gay dudes on our team were? I wanna find out who ALL the other gay jocks are on the team -- you know, to double date, and have orgies with and shit. Fuck, I want a totally hot fucking gay life, that I can share with my hot fucking bro."

"Damn, dude, it's gonna be SOOOO fucking hot! Being out, flirty, gay, jock horndogs together. Fuck, Jax, there's, like, SOOOO many hot boys at our school! We are gonna get MAJOR ass, you realize! Two hot fucking gay studs like us? Shit, take a number boys and get in line!"

Jax grins and strokes his bro's thigh.

Robbie reaches over to grab his phone off the nightstand. While he messes with the screen, he looks up at his boyfriend.

"In fact, is this cool with you? I'm gonna change my profile on social media to gay' and partnered,' and post a picture of my sexy-ass boyfriend!"

"Hell yes! Awesome idea, bro! I'm totally down with that!"

Jax gets his phone, so he can do likewise. Robbie shows his bro the picture he's going to post of Jax: one of the few non-X-rated ones he took earlier, showing Jax flexing, all muscled up and sexy as hell; the picture stops juuuusssst short of showing Jax's dick. He captions it "Chilling with my Hot Stud BF at his awesome lake cottage!"

Jax gives him a sexy kiss and goes through the hot photos of Robbie he took earlier. He finds one of his bro in bed, showing all that carved muscle, especially that seriously ripped washboard, with the sheet pulled down low, but showing the very noticeable outline of Robbie's long, thick cock. Robbie smiles and gives a thumbs up. Then they put their phones away to concentrate on boy-lust.

Jax starts stroking his bro's steel-hard shaft. Robbie's face instantly melts into ecstasy and pats the space on the bed next to him.

"Get that sexy ass of yours over here, dawg. Let's start this boyfriend shit for real! Hey, I've lost track, given all the fucking we did today -- who's turn is it to top?"

Jax can't help but laugh out loud. He bends down, pulls Robbie close, and holds him.

"Dude, I LOVE how now we can use words like 'top' now, that we can talk about who's turn it is to dick who. Fuck, bro, that is fucking IT for me! This is the fucking LIFE!"

Then, he slides in next to his gorgeous hard-bodied boyfriend and begins stroking his bro's big thick cock.

"Anyway, it's your turn to fill me full of this gorgeous fucking cock, and I can't fucking wait."

"Lemme suck you off first, dawg, then I'll pound that tight little boy-hole."

Robbie begins seriously working on Jax's cock -- first, pressing it against his face, nuzzling his cheek against the long thick length, loving the fleshy there-ness of it; then he begins kissing it, licking it, sucking it, nursing it, and nipping on the foreskin, pulling it with his teeth, then tonguing under the hood. He moans in satisfied pleasure -- as does his bro -- as he ministers to its glorious beauty with his mouth.

"So fucking fine to work another boy's cock -- hold it and jack it and suck it. And YOUR cock, bro? Sooo damn beautful! I fucking DREAM about this cock!"

Jax is buzzing with bliss, transported with the full, heady rush of perfectly consummated boy-lust -- not the guiltily disguised desire for Robbie he's had until today, but the full, radiant blossom of acknowledged gay passion. He laughs out loud at the thought of Robbie dreaming about his dick.

"You dream about my dick, dude? Seriously? That's hot as fuck! Show me what you do to this dick in your dreams. Let's have dream-sex, bro."

Robbie's fingers and lips and tongue play over Jax's long, thick cock, with an eager, confident mastery, like a virtuouso playing a rare instrument, teasing it into full, rich hardness. It feels to Jax, as Robbie's fingers sensually play over his throbbing shaft and head, like his bro is handling his cock the way he would treat his own, if he were to engage in the most intense j/o session ever -- all crazy-hot, no-holds-barred, slow, delicious, dick-play, designed to get him off in the most mind-blowing way possible. Dudes know what dudes need.

After long, lucious minutes of Robbie working over his cock, Jax reaches his long, powerful arm over Robbie's beautifully sculpted back, down to that firm, hard ass, to begin fingering his bro's crack and pucker, knowing how much he loves it. Robbie moans, mouth stuffed full of boy-meat, then comes off his cock long enough to gaze at Jax, with a look of transported lust.

"Fuck yeah, dude! Play with my hole while I'm chowing down on this big-ass dick. Ass-play gets me hard as fuck!"

Jax flips around so they can sixty-nine -- Robbie sucking his cock while he finger-fucks his bro and fondles his dick. Jax groans in delight from the sensation of his big ballsac scraping against Robbie's sexy chinstache as his bro licks him from taint to tip. He pulls Robbie's cock back so he can lick up and down its hefty girth while he digs two fingers around in his boyfriend's tight jock hole. He loves how quickly the clear goo has begun streaming out of Robbie's cock-tip. Robbie groans desperately through his cock-filled mouth.

"Tongue my boy-hole, bro! I'm gonna start tonguing yours."

Now the young jock studs become swept away in the outrageous ecstasy of ass-eating. Hard, firm jock-butts writhe and wriggle in slutty delight as each boy attacks with sloppy, delirious hunger.

Jax half-moans, half-gasps, mouth coated with saliva and ass juice.

"Getting so fucking hot for dick, dude! While I watched you plow Janey's ass earlier, I was almost crying I wanted you to fuck me so bad!"

"Gonna fuck you all night, bro. Mmmmmm, your hole is so tight, so beautiful. I can barely fit my tongue in, this ass is still so damn cherry! Fucking love watching this sexy little pucker grow and stretch, getting all excited for my big-ass dick to fuck the shit out of it!"

"We're suck cock-whores, dude. I love it. I love what you said in your phone video, dawg: `Fucking boys and sucking boys, that's all I wanna do.' That's me to a T, bro."

`Fucking you and sucking you, bro. That's my life now. Fucking LOVE it! Boy-sex fucking RULES, dude! Feel my cock, bro; feel how fucking hard I am for this ass, dude!"

Jax lets one hand stroke Robbie's thick, wet, steel-hard shaft while he keeps three fingers twisting around and digging in his boyfriend's ass. He can feel Robbie's hard jock-meat jolt and throb every so often, twitching from the pleasure he's giving his bro's ass.

Robbie spends about five minutes rimming his lover, alternating his tonguing with finger-banging and ball-play, edging his bro almost to cumming a few times, then easing him down each time. He begins using his thumb to poke and corkscrew further into his bro's hole, loving to hear the sound of Jax's panting, high-pitched moans. Then two thumbs, deeper in, firmly kneading that ass open, then more finger-fucking and tonguing. Jax screams in the most wonderful torment imaginable. His nut-sac feels like it might explode open. He calls out hoarsely, gasping with ecstasy.

"Bro. Janey told me earlier. There's like a shit-load of nerves all around the anal ring. Fuck, bro! You must be stimulating every fucking one! Feels fucking AMAZING!"

Robbie keeps working to relax open Jax's tight jock pucker into that nice round `O' that means he can comfortaby holster his thick cock in its warm, moist deliciousness. Which is finally just what he does, when he hears his bro call out that he needs that dick now.

"Can't wait any more, bro! Fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep and long, dude! Fuck me all night, then fuck me tomorrow morning. I wanna ride this sweet fucking cock forever!"

Jax's superbly trained body makes his quick shift in bed look like a brief, beautiful ballet whirl, then suddenly he's straddling his lover, facing him, then guiding Robbie's big jock cock into his streteched-open hole. Deep, guttural moans of consummated pleasure erupt from both boys.

Robbie pumps slowly at first, gently, oozing his way in, delighting in the feel of that wonderfully warm tightness, savoring the feel of his bro's ass-lining wrapped around his shaft, until, slowly working his hips up and down, almost imperceptibly, against Jax's equally responsive ass, the boys can fuck with a smooth, easy rhythm.

Jax cries out in loud, youthful bliss, as he begins to work his strong hips and firm ass sensuously up and down against Robbie's slowly pistoning cock, savoring the thrill he's yearned for all night.

Robbie stares up at his beautifully sculpted, big-dicked lover, looking as if he's still not convinced this dream is real.

"Love seeing that big, hard cock of yours bobbing up and down as you ride dick, bro! Fuck man, my dick feels SO damn good buried all up in your ass!"

Jax just keeps grinding on his bro, faster now, easier, in breathless abandon, loving the ride.

"Fuck, does that big dick of yours feel amazing in me! I'm gonna need that dick like five times a day this summer, dude."

The sexy back-curve of Robbie's long, thick, hardness hits Jax's p-spot just right. On every downward thrust of his hips, each time he bottoms out, Jax clenches his ass tightly against Robbie's cock, causing his bro to wince and smile and moan in sheer delight. With a dreamy-eyed lust-grin on his face, Robbie reaches up and begins fisting that huge tantalyzing hardness bobbing in front of him.

They keep this up for a little while longer. Then Robbie flips his boyfriend around so he can seriously wreck ass. Jax leans his cut, jock bulk against the headboard and wiggles his hungry ass at his bro, anxious to feel that big dick back inside him. Robbie first reaches down and grabs Jax's thick tool, pulling it back under his ass, as if milking it, bending down to give the shaft and ball-sac a few quick licks, and then, using the tip of Jax's stud-cock as a paintbrush, he coats his own raging-hard cock all over with the precum leaking from his bro's piss-slit, before he sinks his tool back into Jax's excited hole.

As he pumps his bro's ass, he moans contentedly at the feel of Jax's strong ass muscles, grinding forcefully back and forth on Robbie's huge hard fuck-pole. Jax, in fevered boy-lust, squeezes tightly against his bro's dick each time Rbbie bottoms out in him, desperate to feel every micro-inch of that hard, delicious length of jock meat filling his hole, almost trying to milk the cum right out of his bro's balls. Robbie whispers close into his lover's ear.

"Love how you always try to take over a fuck, bro. It's so damn sexy. Shows me how much your hungry hole loves my dick."

Jax pants breathlessly in pleasure as his hips thrust hard, back and forth, against his bro's pounding.

"Soooo good!"

Robbie stays hard for such a deliciously long time. They switch positions again, with Jax on his back and Robbie kneeling tight up next to him, resting Jax's firm, muscular legs on his shoulders, pounding away as Jax repeatedly works his ass against Robbie's thick, curving hardness, unabashedly relishing the pleasure of a serious ass-fucking.

Jax turns to the mirrored wall to watch their muscular young bodies, glistening, drenched in sweat, perfectly cut and carved, straining and rippling and pumping as they fuck. He thrills, especially, to see his own dick, rock-hard, bouncing against his abs as his body tremors under the force of Robbie's fierce, insistent pounding.

"Fuck! I can't even begin to tell you how good you feel inside me, bro!"

"I'm gonna cum soon, bro. Feels UNREAL fucking this hot ass!"

"Fuck yeah, bro! I can feel my balls start to tighten. I'm gonna blow, too! Fucking LOVE this shit, dawg!"

Robbie pulls out, then flips on top of Jax, sixty-nining again, so the boys can take each other's loads. Each boy thrums with contentment as he feasts on a long, delicious length of boy-cock, Jax especially loving the tang of ass-juice and precum coating his boyfriend's dick. Soon one mouth, then another, floods with load after load of warm, thick cream, and the boathouse fills with the loud, pleased moans of two spent boys.

After the bliss of their boy-sex, Robbie rolls a joint to help them drift off to sleep. As they pass it, they playfullly stroke and tease each other's nipples and cock and ass and muscle, and softly trace and kiss each other's handsome faces, higher from their bodies and their sex than they are from the pot. If anything, the pot quietly dampens their excited passion.

When they finish smoking, Robbie fishes a notebook and pen out of his duffle bag so he can write a wish-list for their first all-boy, girls-gone, total-gay day tomorrow. Jax watches, with fully sated lust, as his boyfriend scrawls in his journal. That short, blonde, sexy-cut hair; that androgynously gorgeous face; that chinstache giving him such a rougish, young-pirate look; those lean, beautifully cut muscles; and that smooth, plump cock lolling against his thigh, the head deliciously covered by a thick, mouth-watering sheath of foreskin -- fuck, I have the most beautiful boyfriend on earth, he thinks.

Robbie finishes his list and proudly shows it to Jax.

"OK, dude -- this would be my dream day tomorrow. I call it my `9-Point Plan for Maximum Boy-Play'! But I give you permission if you wanna tweak my list."

Jax grabs the journal to see what sort of day his bro envisions for them. A smile spreads across his face as he reads his bro's agenda:

"1. Suck and fuck in bed together when we wake up.

1. Bkfst (protein shake).

2. Stretch (nude or in jocks).

3. Run (in SEXY!! running gear).

4. Lift (nude or in SEXY!! sweaty jocks).

5. Stretch (NUDE!!)

6. Shower (muscle worship + jack + suck and/or fuck).

7. Lunch.

8. Into town -- HOT BOYZ!!"

Jax takes the pen from Robbie & initials each item on the list. Then he voices his agreement to his bro, using his cornball British accent.

"By Jove, sir, I think you've come with just the ticket! Pip, pip and jolly good! Happy to sign off on every point, old bean."

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